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Hip About Time

by Todd Burge

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1.
My Roots 02:23
My Roots by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI 8-24-2004 d-g-a-d7 Let me tell you about my family And let me sing about its tree How I've climbed up on the branches How some have broken under me But as my bottom hits the ground I'll tell you what I always find My roots have covered my backside My roots have covered my backside You know my mother had a mom And my dad he had a dad And if you listen to their stories You’ll hear the good You'll hear the sad From the Seneca Rock To the beginning of all time My roots have covered my backside My roots have covered my backside So I’ve got to dig deep To find out what is true I need to know my yesterdays So I can figure out what's new Before the Blackwater River Cut it's first jagged line My roots have covered my backside My roots have covered my backside So, it's not a dirty story But you’ve gotta dig it deep It started with a single seed That one that started you and me It's sewn in every foreign land And grows through every grain sand My roots have covered my Roots have covered my roots have covered my backside
2.
Hip About Time by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI Tomorrow came in smelling just like today Tasting the same as yesterday I flicked my Timex Then dropped kicked my Swiss But the days (would) tick me off The same old way So cry baby cry, but don't ask who booed who Get out of bed & stop hitting snooze I'm so hip about time He's not sleepin' in….. I'm so hip about time he's not sleepin’ in I'm so hip about time I was in a fog and Big Ben was sleepin' in Don't say Fre're Jacque, Dor-mez vous Ain't been kicking your ass too So rock-a-bye baby on your rocky top And if you forget that tune your misery will stop Breaker Breaker So cry baby cry, but don't ask who booed who Get out of bed & stop hitting snooze Now I'm so hip about time He's not sleepin' in….. I'm so hip about time he's not sleepin’ in I'm so hip about time So cry baby cry, but don't ask who booed who Get your ass up & stop hitting snooze I'm so hip about time Son-ne les matines I'm so hip about time Ding dang dong I'm so hip about time
3.
The Good Dog 02:39
The Good Dog (1/7/04) by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI Capo 2 (E, F#m, A, B, C#m, G#m) My friend's pup Just threw up In the kitchen By the Door That bad boy Sure ain't good With his #2 Falling on my floor Who knew that you, Who knew you………… were the good dog? 'Cause when I whistle You do come At a steady pace No matter where from And when you sit there So Politely And wag your tail While I strum I think, who knew that you Who knew that you……… were the good dog? The bone I found Underground Was not in Your lost and found This took me 6 years To get a clue But for you it felt like 42 Who knew that you, Who knew that you…….. were the good dog?
4.
Your Heart Won't Take This Beating Anymore 5-28-04 G Bm Am G D C G D B7 A7 Once we saw you back in town We were begging you to take that soft top down Drive around dizzy, like we used to do But you put the pedal to the metal And had found them and ground them Since the day you left And figured you come home and let you're blood flow As slow as it could get You---------(D, D7) (G) Won't get done, that's(B7A7) for sure So flip, (C) the sign and lock the store(A7) 'Cause you're heart can't take this beating anymore. (Decend C to Am) You built the block and they knocked it off The monkey laughed and the weasel popped But you never flinched, you never stopped Took 20 years to realize That they already saw the white of your eyes But your retreat was the one to beat As you dumbed down their biggie size
5.
These Things I Think and Do by Todd Burge Channels flipping one by one And a second-long glance at a second chance is long gone Land on a movie that doesn't move me Hit the mute and stare at the screen until dawn So, I open the door and the light comes on Stare at some cheese with a date that 's way past gone From now on I just order take out Stay in and debate the mirror on what went wrong These are the things I say These are the things I think and do To help me keep my mind away from you That preacher tied the knot so tight It seemed like a breath of fresh air was out of sight We both choked through a motion That our folks recognized as the good life Now the pictures have all been taken And the faking couple's only aim was to please So, poke it with a fork, we're done And both so tired of being made to say cheese Chorus Sunday paper stays on the porch way past noon No need to know what goes down in this town When I'm this blue I chose to close this door And went off and bought this new lock too Now something's stuck in the key hole And I want to, but just can't seem to peek through Chorus Now with one pocket empty And the other one full of lent Nobody owes me But I still gotta somehow pay the rent So, I grab my axe and a C harp Pump some gas And hit the road to who knows where And play these songs of you To the few out there who seem to care Chorus Now back home and sitting here Just watching our dear old garden grow Spring brings on green things With of without the seeds we used to sow So, I give this day a little time And the morning coffee just might turn Into an evening wine And these weeds become the things That cover up a love That failed the test of time
6.
Your Mistake 03:04
Your Mistake 1-15-04 (T. Burge) capo 4 E, A B7, E, E7, A, F#7, E, B7, E The Day is young and so are you You say, I'm a bit old, but I'll do Baby I wanna kiss you, before life gets too late I hope you don't realize your mistake I got this feeling strong enough for two So you don't have to worry, I'll feel yours for you Baby I wanna kiss you, grab your rattle and take a shake And hope you don't realize your mistake Now I've fooled lesser ladies than you And most chose to let me know when the foolin' was through Baby I wanna kiss you even though it may not be our fate I hope you don't realize your mistake Up to now I treated everyone so wrong I come on early, stay too late and way too strong Baby you better kiss me, cause my face ain't always this straight I hope you don't realize your mistake
7.
ALL THAT’S LEFT TO NEED I Found your number in the book Your sweet sweet smile made me look Now every time I look I look for you I know the wind blows from the West And I know the answer’s just a guess at best But every time I ask I ask for you The bridge is burned and nothing’s learned Now I need to cross, to cross I yearn But every time I fly I crash & burn for you I know I shouldn’t be this far gone from the truth But every time I try I lie a bit more it is true Freedom came, then freedom left It blew right through then left regret Now all that’s left to need Is this need for you My belly’s full My money’s banked And for that my thank yous have all been thanked And all that’s left to need is this need for you ©2006 Bunj Jam BMI
8.
Close to You 04:11
Close to You by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI E, A, (intro)  (E) A day can start out so good And sometimes even get a little better (A) (E) Like a sunny walk to a mailbox And finding a new love letter (A)   (B, G#m, A, F#m, E) But the backporch step Creeks a complaint Along the way One toe gets tripped And it all falls down To stay (B7)   (A) That day didn't turn out the way It was supposed to (E) I was supposed to get close (F#m) to you I was supposed to be close(G#m) Close (A) to you I was supposed to be Close (B) to you (back to beginning)   Now I hope that you've made it back home And that you're in your own bed tonight You've been away so long Trying to get your heart to beat just right   You met someone new And thought that you'd got things straight But the winds of change Blew the two of you away   That day didn't turn out the way It was supposed to He was supposed to get close to you  He was supposed to be close Close to you I was supposed to be Close Too
9.
Our Fairy Land File It was just another summer night in 1979 That Monkey Ward 10 speed was pedaled one last time Brother rode it off the curb like a million times before But the bike broke at its forks as he used a bit too much force Over handle bars and onto concrete Almost lost a lip as he knocked out seven teeth This mouthy young teen became quiet as a king As our family tugged him through this truly ugly thing Could somebody have warned him to stay inside that night? Then lock the door and heave the key with all their might? Now he's stuffed it all away, in his fairly land file And hopes it stays for a while I was just another anxious kid in junior high It didn't take a lot to make me feel alive inside But a social studies teacher stripped it all away When he tried to be my valentine after school one day I know it's been twenty odd years and he left town long ago And most days I regret that I can't forget and let it go But it's been shutting my mouth for over two decades now While wondering how many valentines he's had from town to town Could somebody have warned me to stay at home that day? Then lock the door and heave the key, keep everything okay? Now I've shoved this all away in my fairly land file And hope it stays for a while Cousin Ben was a good guy inside with a grin and a good look But if you had something worth taken, you'd be the one getting shook The drinking turned to smoking and the smoking turned to snorting And for the rest of his days there was nothing good worth reporting He drove down to Atlanta looking for something a bit more green But his head down there was dead, diseased with kudzu and weed He ended up dying by getting beat up by a teen Over a bottle in a brown bag while hanging out in his home-less sweet street Somebody should have asked him to come inside that night Freed him from the street, relieve him of that fight Now we've tucked this all away in our fairly land file And hope it stays for a while But one day I know it's bound to blow One day the tears just gotta flow flow flow Then I'll be telling you not to hold it all in All that's screwing you All that makes you blue
10.
Son Shine 02:26
Son Shine Lordy turned a light on And now the darkest days seem long gone 'Cause our son is shining all the time Two bodies got together And made one body better Now our son is shinin' all the time Our new clock's alarm sounds fine It's the tick that tocks when all things shine And our son shines right on time My heart's as free as it can be When baby hold on tight to me Yea, our son is shining all the time If I knew just what to say I'd say it just that way Say, our son is shining all the time
11.
Nashville Cats Have Guts Too Some Nashville cats have nine Some only one or two The fat ones sit on their collective ass And lap up a new litter like its stew There’s a single drop of soul That dripped off of one fat cat’s meal He says he knows which knob to turn To make your tune sound real These songs pour from your heart These songs spew from your soul But the notes vibrate some strange way On the way to some deep dark hole They drop off the chart and the line goes flat While the nurse is on another cigarette break And after she’s finished with her smoke It is way too late too late to resuscitate Now that was a good one but that one is lost Doesn’t it always happen like that? So you write another tune in a hurry And it ends up some piece of crap You $2000 mic it and hard drive it Into some fake kind of feel And hope you can find the right knob To make it sound real So take me to some mountain top With nothing but a sharp knife and a cigar box, The guts from some fat Nashville cat Yeah, I’ll just stay way lost I’ll craft out a tune on that box Then let the echo let me know how to feel And I won’t need some other set of ears to hear that it is real
12.
Tape Recorder I am a tape recorder In the hands of a news reporter I was the first one to hear this mess Unbiased So fresh Listen in at eleven A conversation cut to a blurb One hour to thirty seconds A whole sentence to, one word
13.
Back to Parkersburg I found myself lost in the middle of somewhere Staring at a drunk who had a need to swear If you give me five bucks he can have the last word Then I’ll get on back to Parkersburg If I had five bucks I’d try not to drink it And If I saw a pretty sight try not to blink it But this night’s as ugly as a four letter word I need to get my ass on back to Parkersburg I tried to get paid for the songs I played But the owner passed out before he gave I’m pissed and shaken’ rattled and stirred I need to get on back to that burg Then a lady walked up when the night was through Askin’ me to play just one more tune The Eagles was the byrd she preferred to heard I had to get my ass back to Parkersburg Now I don’t know where you call home But it sure ain’t a number on your damn cell phone Make that tiger in your tank start to purr And get on back to that burg There’s a tall pine tree with an empty nest And a pretty woman who treats me best My wheels only roll one way for sure Two six one oh four I’ve been to New York and Boston town Been to San Fran and all around Austin, Orlando, the Columbus Zoo But my driver didn’t fit that awkward screw… Me up, spin me ‘round I’m always gonna face right towards that town One single place will surely please me That’s Parkersburg WV baby…………….
14.
by Todd Burge ©2005 Bunj Jam-BMI Comes a day I’ve been told To everybody, every soul The barrel of your own gun Ends up cocked and in your face So comes a place When your head turns Everybody, every soul You can’t stare off You can’t run From the barrel of your own gun Daddy blew away with the spring breeze Brother drank himself blind Mother saw the sinning, it was in my eyes Cause I was thinking sin all the time Baby found a honey sweeter than me A worker bee without the sting I was holding out for nothing When I already had something That I could hold eternally So comes a time A lonely time Everybody, every soul You can’t gaze away And you can’t run From the barrel Of your own gun From the barrel Of your own gun
15.
Not For Kids 00:10
Todd - Can you say not for kids? Will - Not for kids? Todd- Not for kids.
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Kiss My Axe 02:55
Kiss My Ass~ G, D, C, Bb, Am The trees where green, the grass was blue The day I placed my heart with you The geese were flying in a perfect V When you came running right towards me But I wish I had asked you to kiss my ass I had it bad, thought that was good A smile as big as a neighborhood Where I would stand is where love stood Asked you to kiss my mouth and you said you would But now I wish I had asked you to kiss my ass My nervous eye's twitchin', my heart's in a ditch I feel like a dog, when life is such a bitch Been Crying so hard my side needs stitched Trying to tune out this major glitch Since I wimped out on askin' you to kiss my ass Break (C, G, Bb, Am ... D) Nothing can be better when everything is right I all lines up with the stars at night But when that line breaks It's force snaps hard back towards you Now I feel better but I'm not my best Since I got this shit off of my chest I would try to tell you the rest But I don't wanna have you kill you I guess But I wish I had asked you to kiss my ass I got regrets like the best of them Some are fat, some are some are slim Some from having you here with me Some from seeing you there with him But the worst is from not asking you to kiss my ass

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With Download - You will also receive pics of the original lyric drafts for Hip About Time, Talkin' Back to Parkersburg Blues and The Good Dog written in Burge's "hand". Burge performs with the Mountain Stage band and Tim O'Brien (their first recording together "My Roots")

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released March 3, 2006

Tim O'Brien-Mandolin on My Roots
Ammed Soloman-Drums
Steve Hill - Bass
Bruce Dalzell - Bass
William Riley Burge - Vocals
Todd Burge - Vocals, Bass, Harmonica, Banjo and percussion.
Recorded by Bunj Jam Mobile - Parkersburg, WV, 3 Elliot Studio-Athens Ohio and Zone 8 in Granville WV

Cover Art by Dan Knapp
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If it’s been discovered by man, West Virginia’s Todd Burge has written about it. A born ponderer and observer of life, each of his songs tells a story. Whether drawn from personal experience or a tale of poetically woven fiction, you’ll live every second of it through his songs. ... more

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